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第184章

Dr Fillgrave still continued his visits to Greshamsbury, for Lady Arabella had not yet mustered the courage necessary for swallowing her pride and sending once more for Dr Thorne. Nothing pleased Dr Fillgrave more than those visits.

He habitually attended grander families, and richer people; but then, he had attended them habitually. Greshamsbury was a prize taken from the enemy; it was his rock of Gibraltar, of which he thought much more than of any ordinary Hampshire or Wiltshire which had always been within his own kingdom.

He was just starting one morning with his post-horses for Greshamsbury, when an impudent-looking groom, with a crooked nose, trotted up to his door. For Joe still had a crooked nose, all the doctor's care having been inefficacious to remedy the evil effects of Bridget's little tap with the rolling-pin. Joe had no written credentials, for his master was hardly equal to writing, and Lady Scatcherd had declined to put herself to further personal communication with Dr Fillgrave; but he had effrontery enough to deliver any message.

'Be you Dr Fillgrave?' said Joe, with one finger just raised to his cocked hat.

'Yes,' said Dr Fillgrave, with one foot on the step of the carriage, but pausing at the sight of the well-turned-out servant. 'Yes; I am Dr Fillgrave.'

'Then you be to go to Boxall Hill immediately; before anywhere else.'

'Boxall Hill!' said the doctor, with a very angry frown.

'Yes; Boxall Hill: my master's place--my master is Sir Louis Scatcherd, baronet. You've heard of him, I suppose?'

Dr Fillgrave had not his mind quite ready for such an occasion. So he withdrew his foot from the carriage step, and rubbing his hands one over another, looked at his own hall door for inspiration. A single glance at his face was sufficient to show that no ordinary thoughts were being turned over within his breast.

'Well!' said Joe, thinking that his master's name had not altogether produced the magic effect which he had expected; remembering, also, now submissive Greyson had always been, who, being a London doctor, must be supposed to be a bigger man than this provincial fellow. 'Do you know my master is dying, very like, while you stand here?'

'What is your master's disease?' said the doctor, facing Joe, slowly, and still rubbing his hands. 'What ails him? What is the matter with him?'

'Oh; the matter with him? Well, to say it out at once then, he do take a drop too much at times, and then he has the horrors--what is it they call it? Delicious beam-ends, or something of that sort.'

'Ah, ah, yes; I know; and tell me, my man, who is attending him?'

'Attending him? why, I do, and his mother, that is, her ladyship.'

'Yes; but what medical attendant: what doctor?'

'Why, there was Greyson, in London, and--'

'Greyson!' and the doctor looked as though a name so medicinally humble had never struck the tympanum of his ear.

'Yes; Greyson. And then, down at what's a the man of the place, there was Thorne.'

'Greshamsbury?'

'Yes; Greshamsbury. But he and Thorne didn't hit it off; and so since that he has had no one but myself.'

'I will be at Boxall Hill in the course of the morning,' said Dr Fillgrave; 'or, rather, you may say, that I will be there at once: I will take it in my way.' And having thus resolved, he gave his orders that the post-horses should make such a detour as would enable him to visit Boxall Hill on his road. 'It is impossible,' said he to himself, 'that I should be twice treated in such a manner in the same house.'

He was not, however, altogether in a comfortable frame of mind as he was driven up to the hall door. He could not but remember the smile of triumph with which his enemy had regarded him in that hall; he could not but think how he had returned fee-less to Barchester, and how little he had gained in the medical world by rejecting Lady Scatcherd's bank-note.

However, he also had had his triumphs since that. He had smiled scornfully at Dr Thorne when he had seen him in the Greshamsbury street; and had been able to tell, at twenty houses through the county, how Lady Arabella had at last been obliged to place herself in his hands. And he triumphed again when he found himself really standing by Sir Louis Scatcherd's bedside. As for Lady Scatcherd, she did not even show herself. She kept in her own little room, sending out Hannah to ask him up the stairs; and she only just got a peep at him through the door as she heard the medical creak of his shoes as he again descended.

We need say but little of his visit to Sir Louis. It mattered nothing now, whether it was Thorne, or Greyson, or Fillgrave. And Dr Fillgrave knew that it mattered nothing: he had skill at least for that--and heart enough also to feel that he would fain have been relieved from this task; would fain have left the patient in the hands even of Dr Thorne.

The name which Joe had given to his master's illness was certainly not a false one. He did find Sir Louis 'in the horrors'. If any father have a son whose besetting sin was a passion for alcohol, let him take his child to the room of a drunkard when possessed by 'the horrors'. Nothing will cure him if not that.

I will not disgust my reader by attempting to describe the poor wretch in his misery: the sunken, but yet glaring eyes; the emaciated cheeks; the fallen mouth; the parched, sore lips; the face, now dry and hot, and then suddenly clammy with drops of perspiration; the shaking hand, and all but palsied limbs; and worse than this, the fearful mental efforts, and the struggles for drink; struggles to which it is often necessary to give way.

Dr Fillgrave soon knew what was to be the man's fate; but he did what he might to relieve it. There, in one big, best bedroom, looking out to the north, lay Sir Louis Scatcherd, dying wretchedly. There, in the other big, best bedroom, looking out to the south, had died the other baronet about twelvemonth since, and each a victim of the same sin. To this had come the prosperity of the house of Scatcherd!

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